Inspiration point (IP)
This week's Inspiration Point: poetry or prose incorporating all five senses - touch, taste, hearing, sight and smell. Good luck, and don't forget to post the results here!
It’s the gap that gets me; the chasm between how long I want to live and how long I’ve been given. That’s why I’m here, standing by the train tracks staring into the abyss.
Is there a place for thoughts, higher than fresh baked bread? Deeper than a cup full of farmer's milk?
Have you dropped your shoe down there, or flip-flop, through the gap? Have you had to find the guard to fish to reach your purse or cap with stick and hook while watched by all,
What is the role of 'things' in our lives? Are they just soulless matter? Or silent companions?